Chapter 2: Aaron
I look at myself in the half broken mirror and look at my hair. There is nothing wrong with it; it’s just I was told that I used to have dark, black, shiny hair. I can’t picture myself like that. I’m so used to the white hair! I decide to go outside to find some things to slice that are (obviously) not humans, so like my hay bed. Gwennora does not like it when I hit the wrong way, because it flies all over the place, no kidding. As I keep on going, I notice some magicians and their failed attempts to do real magic. I walk past them to find the place Gwennora told me to get food from. I think her words were, “ Everyone out here says they’re like sweet clouds, and I’m sure you would like to eat something sweet.” I put a hat over my head so people can’t recognize me, and luckily, the baker is in the bathroom, so I’m the only one here. I swipe two from the shelf and walk out the door. I would prefer not stealing, but we can’t get a job, since the world wants Gwennora exterminated. Stealing people’s money, in my opinion, is worse than stealing food; they can always make more cloud cookies and 10 pounds of frosting, but it takes longer to re-earn the money.
I like to think of myself as an honest person, but in the real world, I am considered a dishonest person. I always wonder what it would be like to be a normal kid, with parents, NOT running away, hoping that people will not burn us alive, and to not have white hair. I know kids always draw elderly people with white hair, but I’ve never seen anyone besides myself and Gwennora have REAL white hair. I wonder, if it wasn’t white, maybe I would be able to get a job and be an honest person. But with my white hair, Gwennora and I are too recognizable, so even a five year old could figure out who we are in like three seconds flat. This is why I wear a hat, because it covers most of my hair up, and being pretty tall, I probably pass as an adult. I have no regrets about leaving that hospital; it was horrible there. I am also glad that Gwennora hasn’t asked me about my decision to leave when we were seven, even though she didn’t know any defense magic. I hope she just thinks that I was a young and rash child back then….
